be discreet

[msmage]

It's not much later, in Isabella's room, that she asks:

"So... is Alex really a dom?"

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[msmage]

"Yes, I do," she says gravely. "Your room."

[eclipsi]

"Good answer." Tap tap tap out of the cafeteria.

[msmage]

Follow follow follow looking like a lovestruck puppy.

[eclipsi]

Isabella has acquired many foods. But Sadde doesn't get to look at them. Sadde gets put on the bed and topless and blindfolded instead.

[msmage]

Ooh this is exciting. Sadde's excited. She's visibly excited.

[eclipsi]

Isabella's tiny fondue pot is also useful for:

dipping things in cheese.

Have a toast with herby cheese all over it, Sadde.

[msmage]

Did Isabella mean for Sadde to make a lot of happy noises? Because she's doing that right now.

[eclipsi]

That is exactly the point of the exercise. Isabella provides miscellaneous fondued objects with one hand and strokes her lovely Sadde with the other. Pet pet pet.

[msmage]

Then Isabella will find that there is a whole new host of sounds Sadde can make not directly related to sex.

[eclipsi]

This is extremely important.

Eventually Isabella runs out of melty cheese to put on things (bread, celery sticks, baby carrots, broccoli and cauliflower florets) and in Sadde's mouth. She wipes out the inside of the fondue pot with a paper towel, sets chocolate to melting instead, and starts feeding her pet things which would not be suited to dipping in either. Here's a potato chip.

[msmage]

Sadde would beg to differ that there are any things that would not be suited to dipping in either, there is no way such deliciousness should be contained.

[eclipsi]

Well, Sadde is not orchestrating the menu here. The potato chip is unadorned.

[msmage]

Well she's not about to complain that Isabella's in charge, here.

[eclipsi]

Good.

Other things best enjoyed alone: seaweed snack. A few kinds of cheese that don't need the competition. A sashimi assortment.

[msmage]

Seaweed snack's tasty and she hadn't tried it before so it's a complete surprise, as are most kinds of cheese. "Oh my god how did I live without this before," she says after trying some of those.

[eclipsi]

"I wrote down everything I got so you can find it again." Kiss.

[msmage]

Kiss!

"I love you. You're the best, most amazing and perfect person."

[eclipsi]

Kiss. ...Grope.

The chocolate is melted now! Chocolate things! Fruits and cookies and marshmallows.

[msmage]

She's still blindfolded, so the grope is a surprise. A pleasant surprise, naturally, but a surprise nonetheless and she squirms a bit under Isabella's touch.

And she had known, on a verbal level, that chocolate was tastier than most food, and that chocolate-covered things probably would be, too. That doesn't mean she was prepared for it. She wasn't.

[eclipsi]

How charming.

[msmage]

She'd like to think so.

[eclipsi]

And when the chocolate has been mopped up with a final marshmallow: kisses.

[msmage]

Eeeee kisses!

"Hmm..."

[eclipsi]

"Hmm?"

[msmage]

"You know how I particularly like, um, edging?"